Summer Camp

Ally was wishing for a fun filled summer at home with her friends this summer. But when her parents unexpectedly ship her off to camp, her plans are ruined. She's devastated, and vows to not have fun at camp the whole summer. But then Ally meets Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall, people she would never normally hang out with. They become instant friends. And when Ally falls for one of them, the results are like nothing she ever imagined.

33. Not Anymore

My eyes flutter open slowly, but when I see the light streaming in from the windows of the room I'm in, I immediately shut them again. "You're awake," Zayn says from beside the bed where I'm laying. "Yeah, and I wish I wasn't," I say. He laughs. "Do you want an Advil?" he asks. I groan and roll over so I'm facing him. "I want a million Advils," I mumble, trying to ignore my pounding headache and failing. "I can't believe you almost went home with that guy," Zayn says, handing me water and pills. "I didn't even ask him what his name was," I say, remembering. Zayn shakes his head. "I showed up at the right time." I sit up and swallow the pills before laying back down. "How did you know where I was?" I ask. "I was driving past and I saw you coming out and throwing up. I couldn't just leave you with that scumbag." I close my eyes. "Thanks," I reply. "Any time Ally," he responds quietly. "Do you need anything?" I shake my head, then think of something. "Does Ansley know I'm okay?" He nods. "She came out right after I got you out of the car because she saw you leave. She knows you're with me." Satisfied, I pull the covers closer around me. "Are you cold?" Zayn asks. "I could get you a sweatshirt. You're still in your dress from last night." I shiver. "Yes, please," I mumble. Zayn brings back a gray sweatshirt and slips it over my head. "Sleep a little bit, Ally," he advises. "You'll feel better when you wake up." I drift off slowly into a dreamless sleep.

When I wake up, I smell something cooking downstairs. I sit up haltingly as to not trigger another headache. I make my way downstairs and tap Zayn on the shoulder. He whirls around. "Christ, Ally, you scared me!" he gasps when he sees me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," I respond. "What are you making?" Zayn grabs some bowls from a nearby cupboard. "Soup," he replies before spooning a generous helping into a bowl and handing it to me. "The spoons are in that drawer over there," he says, nodding. I open the drawer and grab a spoon and sit down at the counter on a spinny stool. Zayn sits next to me and we eat in silence for a few minutes until Zayn turns to me. I brace myself for an onslaught of questions. "Are you and Niall not together anymore?" he says cautiously. "No," I say shaking my head. "Not anymore." The words pain me more than my hangover. Zayn leans closer, and I know he's going to kiss me, but I don't pull away. I let him kiss me. And then I kiss him back.